Crush on classmate Knotweed

The photo was carefully put into the diary by the girl.

She didn't dare to put it in the photo album, because she was afraid that her family would see that this girl's mind was more delicate and sensitive than others.But she tosses and turns because the diary seems dangerous too.

Finally, Yuko Ozawa carefully stuffed the cropped photo into the phone case.

"Yuko! Have you packed your things?" Mom's voice sounded, "Take the Shinkansen, and when you arrive in Tokyo, it will be too late for you to pick up your things."

She panicked, closed the phone case, and turned around in a hurry:

"……OK."

The afterglow of the setting sun is intertwined with the fields, and her middle school is over, and all the stories have become a special kind of memory.

After the Shinkansen approached Tokyo, the high-end apartment located in Mihua Town shone in everyone's eyes.

Yuko Ozawa has lived in Mihua Town for almost 12 years.

But after graduating from Didan Primary School, my mother finally couldn't balance the relationship between her growing daughter and work, so she entrusted her to her grandma in the countryside for foster care.

If it wasn't because she noticed that her daughter's behavior in Sendai was strange, she might not be able to tell the truth from the "I'm fine, mom, please rest assured to work" on the phone.

——Take the helpless and cautious Yuko Ozawa back to Tokyo.

"After I became the editor-in-chief," my mother said, "I have been busy for a while, but I still have time to care about my daughter, so I decided to take a period of leave to accompany you to lose weight."

Ozawa Yuko raised her head in astonishment.

She continued: "I observed the diet at grandma's house. It is too oily and watery. No wonder you started to gain weight after the summer vacation."

"So these days you have to consciously control your diet, start with less oil, and gradually get rid of oil," my mother continued, "and exercise, you exercise too little, let's start with aerobic exercise and slow down. Slowly push it to the local area..."

"Mom, do you really want to take a long vacation to accompany me to lose weight?" She interrupted like a dream.

Mom bowed her head in relief: "That's not it. Mom also wants to rest at home for a month. After a month, Yuko will work hard on her own."

Losing weight is painful.

Yuko Ozawa no longer wanted to recall the pain in her abdomen and the sweat on her head.

Every day, she does push-ups with terribly painful arms, a sense of eternity in her head, and diet meals full of bland tomatoes, broccoli, and bland chicken breasts.

But when she recalled the figure of her mother accompanying her, her secret love that ended without a cause, and the various eyes of passers-by, she was inexplicably motivated again.

At the beginning, the weight loss was particularly severe. She could lose one or two catties after almost doing one movement, and she could also grow taller.

But when she lost more than 120 kilograms, it was very difficult for her to lose weight, and the leather clothes in the previous fat period had obvious drooping folds.

And when she gets fat, her face gets fatter, and when she gets thinner, her breasts get thinner, and she loses the meat she should have very quickly!

However, fortunately, she grew fifteen centimeters taller, and she grew to 1.6 meters eight.

After her mother's one-month vacation ended, she returned to the magazine, but the whole vacation became a battlefield where Yuko Ozawa was sweating.

She shrunk to lose weight at home every day, and she didn't dare to go out to contact old friends, and she didn't even dare to go downstairs to buy a bottle of water, for fear that her still obese body would be looked at with a strange and contemptuous look.

At the end of April, Mom gave her a gift.

"A full-length mirror?" Yuko Ozawa hesitated.

"Yes," she said, "Yuko quickly opened the curtain above to see what she looks like now. I noticed that you didn't put a mirror in your room. As a girl, how can this be?"

Yuko Ozawa thanked her softly. After hesitating for a while, she looked at her mother again, and then slowly lifted the curtain on the full-length mirror.

The girl in the mirror is tall and slender, her hair is black and thin and hangs on her shoulders, and her eyebrows seem to be very slender and slender...

Yuko Ozawa didn't dare to look down, and hurriedly dodged the shiny edge of the mirror.

"Mom," she hesitantly blocked her left eye to prevent herself from seeing the refraction in the mirror. "Am I pretty?"

Mom laughed: "You can go downstairs and ask someone to ask if you look good."

Yuko Ozawa still covered her side face, begging in a low voice: "...Mom, otherwise, you can just tell me whether you look good or not, I can accept you calling me ugly, I was born by you anyway."

Mom stopped leaning against the door with her hands folded.

She walked over and stroked her daughter's soft hair pityingly: "It's very beautiful, but you still have to go to the plastic surgery hospital to remove the excess skin on your body..."

"Or I'll dye my hair chestnut-colored again," Yuko Ozawa suggested in a low voice, "I think it's very foreign, anyway, I don't look good, so I should work harder on dressing up."

She doesn't ask to be beautiful.

She tried her best, and she just wanted to be an ordinary person, a person who would not be noticed in the crowd and would not cause others to hate her.

That's it.

April [-]st is the opening day of Didan High School.

But she took a month off, and today is back to school for her.

With the help of her mother, Yuko Ozawa put on light makeup. She put on her school uniform. Seeing the slender legs under the school skirt for the first time, she pushed open the door in a daze.

"Be good friends, Yuko," said Mom, putting on lipstick and stuffing the magazine into her bag. "The kind you can play with forever."

She also hoped not to make friends with people like Takahashi Miwako.

Yuko Ozawa also wished her: "Mom goes to work smoothly."

The road from the apartment to Didan High School was both familiar and unfamiliar, because she thought she would study in Didan Junior High School at first, so she figured out the way.

It just so happens that the headquarters and the high school are connected together again.

The closer she got to Didan High School, the more nervous she became, her fingers clenched together, for fear that she would repeat the same mistakes she made in the middle school.

Otherwise, she wouldn't make friends.

In fact, when you think about it, it’s good to be alone. She was alone in the third year of junior high school. Anyway, other friends looked down on her, and it was tiring for everyone to pretend to be ignorant.

Yes, that's it, a person is also very good.

Yuko Ozawa lowered her head, feeling that many eyes were looking at her, she didn't dare to look over, she always felt that many people were pointing at her again.

But after a few seconds, she realized a question: "Well, where is Class B?"

There was no one in front of Yuko Ozawa, as if she was talking to herself, but the busy crowd seemed to stop for a moment, and several boys who were walking in front of her stopped and turned their heads involuntarily.

"Student, are you going to class B?" A boy in a tracksuit spoke eagerly first.

Seeing that he was quite sunny and cheerful, she felt a slight jump in her heart, because this type of boys is often very popular with girls, and she must have scoffed at girls like her.

It must be a prank.

Ozawa Yuko nodded slightly: "Yes, but, do I know you very well?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a booing from the group of boys. She thought it was ridicule again, and her heart began to ache.

She had no choice but to pretend to be ignorant, and began to turn her head around to search for the house number of Class B, but she heard a sentence before entering the door by chance——

"Kuroda, you really can't help it, this is an ice beauty..."

Ozawa Yuko turned back twice suspiciously, but didn't see the girls behind her except her, and those boys coaxed louder.

An unbelievable thought rushed into her mind.

The burning breath of this thought made her not so clear-headed, and she began to absently touch her face, thinking that there was a mirror to see what she looked like.

"Good morning," a girl waved, her voice sounding gentle. "Hey, does Sonoko have long hair?"

Yuko Ozawa turned her head with a flushed face.

The black-haired beauty immediately became surprised, and she apologized in embarrassment and astonishment: "I'm sorry, I mistook your back, my friend also has this color of hair..."

"That woman is not as beautiful as her anyway."

The boy said with contempt.

Yuko Ozawa began to suspect that her ears were broken.

"...Suzuki, a woman who only drools at handsome guys, how could someone else have the ingenuity to weave a little bear hanging on a schoolbag by hand."

Yuko Ozawa saw him in a magazine. He was called "Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era" and his name was Shinichi Kudo.

The girl slapped him violently on the head:

"Don't say that about Sonoko... Hey, how do you know she made it up by herself?"

"The method," Kudo Shinichi hurriedly dodged the attack, explaining while hiding.

"Usually, what I edit by myself is to learn from online tutorials. I edit from left to right. How can it be so easy to see the stitches when edited by a machine."

Ozawa Yuko was frightened by his casual compliment: "Then how do you know I made it up?"

"Because of what you said." He replied casually, "Besides, didn't you just reject Kuroda at the door? Treat suitors so coldly, even with a face like yours, you should have fewer friends. "

"No, actually, I have no friends." Yuko Ozawa began to speak incoherently.

Kudo Shinichi turned his face sideways with great interest, and seemed to want to analyze why she had no friends. At this time, the girl standing next to him invited:

"My name is Mao Lilan," Lan stretched out a helping hand, "You and a friend of mine have the same hair color. After receiving the book, let's go shopping together, but I don't know if she has been to Japan."

Isn't it, you made friends so quickly?

Yuko Ozawa seemed to be in a dream, she stretched out her hand blankly, and squeezed back the other's palm, which was incredibly delicate and soft.

"classmate--"

A cry broke her thoughts.

Kuroda, who was wearing sportswear just now, came over again, trotted over, and walked up to Yuko Ozawa, his dark face still had some obvious blush.

"Can I give you your line?" He asked, and there was a tacit coaxing sound behind him.

Her face flushed instantly.

"It's definitely a broken record. They were asked to line up on the first day. Isn't this the first couple in high school?"

"Isn't this woman too popular?"

Yuko Ozawa could feel that her eyes were also hot red.

At the same time, a burning sensation of surprise overflowed in her heart, and her head began to lose consciousness. She tried her best to control it, but the curvature of her lips betrayed her completely.

She pursed her lips dizzily: "OK?"

is this real?For the first time in her life, a boy asked her to line her up!

Kuroda handed over the phone nervously, almost unable to hold it steady, and a little impatient.

And she just wanted to tweet it out to the world!

Yuko Ozawa lowered her eyes, tried her best to restrain the corners of her lips from rising, and slowly entered the mobile phone number.

For the first time, she read it several times in her heart before sending out the contact information that was requested by a man for the first time in her life.

"Here," she said.

Kuroda also smiled at her strangely.

The people around who witnessed this scene burst into laughter, causing him to cover his face in embarrassment.

It also made Ozawa Yuko turn around and sit down at a loss.

On the surface, she had no waves, and her sitting posture was stable, but her fingers were almost broken by the excitement in her heart.

Just by changing her appearance, she has easily won the envy and favor of others. Everyone wants to be her friend, and even have a closer relationship with her.

Yuko Ozawa understood with ecstasy, and since then she has obtained a ticket to life called 'Easy'.